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PS 3515 
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;o;;i ANTATION BITTERS 



a Coloreti Jantasig in SDtoo ^cts 



FO/e MALE CHARACTERS ONLY 



(AS WRITTEN FOR THE BELMONT TENNIS CLUB) 



BY 



MARY B^ HORNE 



AUTHOR OF "the BOOK OF DRILLS" " THE PEAK SISTERS " " THE CARNIVAL OF 

days" "professor Baxter's great invention" "the great 
moral dime show " etc. 



BOSTON 



1892 



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CHARACTERS' <^ 

{As orighially cast by the Belmont Tennis Club.') 

UNCLE JAKE, an old house-servant . . . .J. Henry Fletcher 

AUNT DINAH, /its -wife F. Alcott Pratt 

SAMBO ^ / R. B. Horne 

BETTY > their children ) Harry Pease 

MOSE 5 ( Frank Lennon 

LUCY, mulatto girl, house-servatit Kendall Weston 

TILLY, ditto Lincoln M. Grant 

GUESTS AT PARTY. 
JASPER VINtENT, a colored gentleman from Nezv York F. N. Robbins 
POMPEY JONES, very thin old plantation negro, repre- 
senting the living skeleton E. H. Barnard 

AUNT CHLOE, a very fat old cook, representing the fat 

■woman ......... James Otis Simonds 

ROSY UEY,, a young negro girl, zvho da7ices . . . Albert F. Hayden 
BRUDDER SCI pi O, a good-looking darkey, v.'ho dances 

the clog R. M. Diaz 

CATO, a young plantation negro, vjho plays the haiijo \V. Lyman Underwood 
yiWAN, a negro girl, ivho dances the ballet .... Winthkop Brown 

AMOS GREEN, a house-servant, who has been to the theatre E. B. Homer 

MALVINA SNOWFLAKE, a colored lady, vjho sings ] 

> . C. H. Hayden 

BILL WILLIAMS, a nondescript negro . . . ) 



SCENE. — Dining-room on the Abercrombie Plantation in Georgia. 



TIME. — Summer's afternoon and evening. 




Copyright, 1892, by Walter H. B.\ker & Co. 



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COSTUMES. 

NOTE. — These characters can all be represented by males. 
That was the original intention. 

Uncle Jake. Black trousers, short white coat such as waiters 
wear, high collar, black stock, white apron, spectacles. Apron 
removed at party. 

Aunt Dinah. Chintz dress of very showy pattern, fan-waist 
gathered to a point, small ruffled shoulder-cape, red turban, large 
calico apron. The last removed at party. 

Sambo. (A boy of thirteen or fourteen years.) Ragged calico 
shirt, patched trousers, reaching to ankles, held up by one home- 
made suspender, old light socks, very heavy rough shoes, tied with 
white string, and ragged straw hat. Black stockings should be 
worn under the socks, as the leg is likely to show. Kangaroo 
costume. 

Bett. (Represented by a boy a year or so younger than Sam.) 
Calico dress, rather short, white pantalets, loose white stockings, 
shoes like Sambo's, and white sun-bonnet. Bett's wig should be 
braided in little tails, with white cord, so that the tails will stand up 
all over her head. Kangaroo costume. 

MosE. (As small a boy as can play the part.) Very short linen 
trousers and calico pinafore (the latter should be daubed on the 
front with red, yellow, sepia, etc.) ; black stockings will represent 
bare legs, and he may wear old light slippers or moccasins. A very 
effective dress can be made of a burlap sack or bag ; then only one 
garment need be used. Kangaroo costume. 

Lucy. First dress, ordinary light caHco dress, white apron, and 
head-handkerchief. Second dress, pink silk party-dress, with train. 

Tilly. First dress similar to Lucy's. Second, yellow satin 
party-dress, with train. 

Jasper Vincent. Pronounced checked suit, black and white, 
cane, and eyeglass. 

PoMPEY Jones. Old-fashioned brown linen coat with skirts, 
dark trousers, very short and tight, high collar, black stock, tall hat, 
lar-ge steel-bowed spectacles. Everything about him neat, but 
much worn. 

Aunt Chloe. Very full calico dress, drawn in about the waist, 
a light shawl, red and yellow turban, with a large sun-bonnet worn 
over the turban. 

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4 COSTUMES. 

Rosy Lee. First dress, light calico, white apron, blue ribbons, 
and cape-bonnet. Second, red tarletan dress, with accordion- 
plaited skirt. 

Cato. Homespun trousers, calico shirt, striped blazer. 

MiLLY. First dress, similar to Rosy's, with red ribbons. Sec- 
ond, green tarletan, low-neck and short sleeves, with accordion- 
plaited skirt. 

SciPio. Gay striped jumper, striped cambric trousers, ruffled 
shirt, straw hat with bright ribbon. 

Bill. A nondescript suit, made up of different garments of 
different styles, as incongruous as possible. As Dr. Bill, tall hat, 
frock-coat, doctor's bag. 

Amos Green. Neat waiter's costume. 

Malvina Snowflake. This dress may be an extravagant 
caricature of any prevailing fashion. 



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ACT I. 

Scene. — Dining-room. Sideboards, c. ; table K.', settle L. ; old- 
fashio7ied tall clock ^ B. L. corner ', chairs, etc. Window L. b. ; 
door R. B. ; entrance's also R. a7id l. Strap hangs on nail beside 
clock. Tainbourine hangs on wall L. Large peacock feather 
brush in corner r. b. Uncle Jake discovered counting the 
silver at table. 

Jake. Sixteen, sebenteen ! For de Lord's sake, whar's dat 
Oder spune ? Tis owdacious de way dis yer silber gits ter strayin' 
off roun' de place ! Maybe Ts counted wrong. One, two, tree, 
fo', five, six, seben, eight, nine, ten, 'leben, twelve, thir-teen, fo'-teen, 
fif-teen, six-teen — dar 'tis, seben-teen, an' dey oughter be a dozen 
an' a half. {Calls off.) O Dinah ! Dinah! 

Dinah {outside). I's a-comin' ! 

Jake. O Dinah ! Dinah ! 

Dinah {without) . Wha's de marter wid de ole nigger ! 

Jake. O Dinah ! I say — Dinah! 

Dinah {at door R. b.). I tells yer I's a-comin' ! 

Jake. So's Christmas, some time nex' year ! 

Dinah {coming down to ¥.). What in de name o' gracious ails 
ye, makin' sich a commotion, an' de missis an' de young ladies no 
more'n sca-cely outer yearin' ! Is Mose failed inter de water- 
bucket, or one ob de yuther chilluns got bit wid a moccasin ? 

Jake. Laws, Dinah, jest hole on to dat ar member o' yourn, 
what's waggin' past de endoorance ob a common nigger, an' set 
down yander an' — 

{Enter Lucy and Tilly l. giggling a?td punching each other. 
Dinah has dropped onto the settle, and fatis herself with her 
api'on.) 

Jake. Now, what is you two gals a leabin' ob yer wuk an' 
a-comin' foolin' roun' yere for? 

Lucy. I say, Tilly, you do de axin' ! • 

Tilly {giggling). I don' dars ter! 

Lucy. Laws, you's de timides' yaller gal what I's eber seen 
yit. An' you know you's de fav'rites' one o' de gals wid ole Jake ! 

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6 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

Tilly (J>ointing towards Jake, who stands near the table on 
which the silver lies spread 021 1, glaring at tJietn over his spectacles). 
Gracious goodness, Luce! Look at de eyes ob him an' de set o' 
he shoulders, 

Lucy (^pushing Tilly towards him). Go 'long, gal ! 

Jake. What in de name o' goodness does yer want ter do? 
. Lucy. Tell him, Tilly. 

T1LI.Y (giggling). Darsn't! 

Lucy. Laws, you is de bigges' goose for a nigger ! Dis yer's 
what we was tinkin\ Aunt Dinah, you-alPs gwine stand by de 
gals, ain't yer .-* (Dinah nods.) We was tinkin' dat whiles 
missis an' de young ladies was away, an' not'in' tickler ter do, an 
— an — Tilly, you go on ! 

Tilly {giggling). Laws, Luce, ef you ain't de bashfulles' yal- 
ler gal in Jawjy ! 

Lucy (bracing up). Dat are town niggei* is a-stayin' ober to de 
Peyton Place, an' he done gone an' say dat dere ain't no style 
down in dese parts. He all de time talkin' 'bout York State an' 
de lugs dey pats on up dar, an' me an' Tilly, we thought maybe 
you'n Dinah'd — kinder gib us niggers a — a — 

Dinah (who has approached., punches Jake in the 7'ibs). Laws, 
Jake, de younguns wants a party ! 

(Bett and Sam appear at window l. b, and listen, having heard 
the word party .) 

Sam {aside). Hi, Bett, dere's gwine ter be a party I 

Bett. Le's lay low, an' git de pints ! 

Jake. No, yer don't hab no party! Dere ain't no sperrit in dis 
ole nigger fer kickshaws an' sich trash, long as dere's a spune 
missin' outer dat are pile ! 

Dinah. Laws, Jake, is dat de upshot o' all dat hollerin' what's 
set dese yer narbs o' mine in sich a twitter, fearin' as how dem 
chilluns was — 

Jake. Laws, what's chillun to silber ! An' niggers into de 
bargain ! 

(Sam and Bett nudge each other and hide their faces in their 
hands.) 

Dinah (shaking her fist). Don' you slander dem pickanin- 
nies I Dere as likely a set o' younguns (Sam ajid Bett 
straighten up) as eber I seed, notwit'stannin' de misfortins ob der 
inheritance on de side ob de fader! (Saim and Bett double up. 
Meantime Lucy and Tilly have b£en whispering.) 

Lucy. Come now, Unk Jake, can't yer be sort o' 'bleegin' like, 
an' twixt Tilly an' me dat are spunell git founded. 

Jake. Does ye know whar 'tis .'* Case ye ain't gwine play no 
tricks on dis nigger ! 

Tilly. Sure's ye born, Unk Jake, we don't know notin' — 



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LUCY {interrupting). It's jes' dis yer way. Dar^s one place 
whar dat are spune mought be, an' me an T.lly k^^fde place 
(Tilly opeiis her eyes in amazement and then giggles) ?^vi v--^ ^W 
hopes ter die an' be burnt up everlastin', ef we eber tells, thouten 
vou Vrees ter gib us dat party. 

' Jake {picking up the silver). Fin' de spune, an' den we 11 talk. 
{Puts silver away in sideboard.) 

Lucy. Oh, come, Aunt Dinah, stan by de gals! 

Tilly. An' de fellers'll stan' by you ! 

Dinah {meditating), Dere's de vittles ! 

Lucy. Laws, Dinah, you can manage dem ! 

Sam {having climbed in the wiridow). Dat are tukkeygobbler 
what got los' las' week, he turn up in de yard jes' now. He done 
look fDOwerful fat ! , , . u ^ i ' u^ 

Bett {sittifig on the wi^idow-sill) . An' missy neber d Know he 

^^^CYXpatting Sam). Dat's you, Sam ! You'n Bett's dat cute, 
we'll sure nuffhab ter let you care de mvites. 

Take Don' you git dem chilluns inter dis yer busmess thouten 
you wants trubble. Younguns an' trubbles goes tergedder, an 
dey neber goes single, neider. , r > * ^t 

Dinah. Laws, Jake, vou hole dat are old grumbhn' tongue o 
yourn, an' jes' lissn. De gals'll fin' de spune, an' you go kill de 
tukkey. De chilluns ken take de invites, an' dis yer ole critter 11 
be preparin' ob de vittles. ^. , , r ^. 

Take. No, yer don't cheat dis nigger ! Fin' de spune fust ! 

Lucy Laws, don' you worry! Dat are spune's someers. 
Come, Unk Jake, go kill de tukkey, an' we'll make dat town nigger 
ooen his eyes. , , , , 

Dinah {to Jake). Come, go 'long, an' when yer comes back, 

dar's de spune ! 

{Exit Jake R., picshed out by Dinah and the girls.) 

Lucy. Sambo, say, do you know whar dat are spune's got ter ? 

Sam." Dis nigger neber seed no spune! 

Tilly. Come, now, Sam, own up.- You n Bett s had it. 

Bett. Neber had it ! Neber had no spune ! 

Tilly. Laws, what'U we do ? , . . ^ j u «. 

Lucy. Git dese younguns off wid de mvites, an den hunt 

^^Dwah {to SAM and Bett). Come yere. (Bett jumps off 
windoiv-sill and comes forivard to Dinah, who sits on chair R. f.) 
Now, chilluns, you jes' lissn to de mammy. You takes de invites 
down to de Peyton Place, an' ober to de Huntoons, an den you 
finds Mose, an' vou goes to de cabin an' you turns in for de night. 
Min' what I tells yer, an' laws, honeys, de ole mammy cou dn 
count de good tings she'll sabe for ye outer de supper. Derell be 
chickin an' water-million an' cakes 2.^' — {smacks her /z/i") — but 



8 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

jes' as sure as yer shows dem black faces o' yourn roun^ yere, de 
daddy'll hab dftt are strop ready, an' — Clar out now ! 

{Exeunt Sam and Bett r. b.) 

Lucy. Come, Tilly, les' go fin' de gowns an' de fixin's. Ole 
miss done lef de key in de cedar-closet door, an' we needs ter take 
de bes' dar is, ter cope wid dat fine nigger. He's dat elegunt, he 
makes yer eyes water. 

(^Exeimt Lucy a7id Tilly l.) 

Sam {popping his head in daorB.'). Say, mamm}^ Mose ain't 
nowhar. Specks he's fell in de crick an' got droiinded. {Runs 
aiuay.') 

Dinah. Fo' de marcy's sake, whar is dat chile ? Dis ole 
woman know'd dere's somep'n goin' wrong dis yer ebenin', else she 
don't hab no sich turn when de ole man call — Dinah! Dinah! 
{Meditating.') Spect de chile can't be drounded, case he neber 
took no likin' to de water. {Calls off R.) O Mose, Mose! is you 
in dar ? {Calls off i.^ O Mose, Mose ! is you in dar ? {Calls off 
V: ) O Mose, Mose! is you out dar ? {Begins to cry, and call.) 
O Jake, Jake ! {Cries loitder.) O Jake,- Jake ! 

{Enter ]AYiEwith the turkey killed, but jmplucked^ 

Jake. Laws, Dinah, ole woman, wha's de matter ? 

Dinah. Jake, you ole nigger, it's de jedgment o' de Lord on 
ye. De pickaninny's done gone an' got los'. Dat are blessed leetle 
Mose, de light ob he mammy's eyes, de core ob dis yer ole nigger's 
heart. {Sobs^ An' you-all says, what's younguns to spunes. 
{Rocks back and forth sobbing.) 

Jake {throwing down titrkey near settle). Laws, ole woman, 
de chile's all right ! 

Dinah. Whar den ? Fin' him ef yer can ! I's hollered till Ps 
hoarse, an' de yuther chilluns don' know whar he is ! 

Jake {taking alar? n). Come on, ole woman ! De gals is hunt- 
in' for de spune, an' we'll hunt for de youngun. 

{Exennt Jake and Dinah r. Enter Mose r. b., having first 
peeped in, to see that no one is present. Conies down c. licking 
the silver spoon.) 

Mose {sings). Air. — " Nancy Till." 

Down in de cook-house, close by d-; spring, 
Dere day keeps de 'lasses-jug, an &hr; sweet ting. 
Dere dey keeps de jellies, an' dere's de jam. 
Oh, my goUies ! ain' dis little nigger cram ! 

Come, den come ! des take dis 'poon 

An' try her on de sweets, by de light ob de moon. 

Oh, my eye ! Ain't dis nigger full, 

Clar way up to de top ob de wool. 



PLANTATION BITTERS. 9 

Fust come de honey, dat so high ! 

Den come de 'lasses an' de jelly an' de pie ! 

Nex' come custard, den come jam, 

Oh, my gollies, ain' dis little nigger cram ! 

Come den, come ! etc. 

(^A/ close of song Mose listens to approaching steps.) 

MOSE {hidifig spoon in his dress). Spect dis chile better sabe 
de spoon ! Mought be somep'n good roun' yere fo' mornin' ! 

Jake {outside). I tells yer dat I heard dat chile's voice a 
singin' ! 

Mose. . Spect " dat chile " better git ! {Crawls under settle; 
draws the turkey uftder after him.) 

Dinah {outside). Ef yer heard him singin', sure nufFit must ha' 
been in de angels' choir, 'case he's gone up from yere. Ef he was 
on dis yearth, we'd a found him. 

{Enter Jake and Dinah talking r. Enter Lucy and Tilly l., 
with party-dresses on their arms.) 

Jake. Laws, ole woman, you's los' what little sense de Lord gib 
yer ! 

Lucy. What's all dis bobolation 'bout? We-ali's gittin' ready 
for de party. 

Jake. De chile's los', dat are leetle Mose, an' de ole woman's 
got took wid de narbs 'bout it. Laws, dem chilluns ain't gwine ter 
stay lost ! No sich luck ! Ef dey was spunes ! 

Dinah. Dere ain't gwine ter be no party in dis house, not till 
dat chile's found. 

Lucy and Tilly. O Aunt Dinah ! 

Jake. Whar's dat tukkey what I killed .? Pears like dis yer is a 
losin' 'casion ! 

Lucy. He's proberly flew off. Like's not ye didn' kill him 
right dead ! 

Jake. Didn' kill him? Spect I kin wring a gobbler's neck ef 1 
can't stop de rattlin' tongues o' de wimmin critters. 

Tilly. Reckon he's gone wid Mose an' de spune ! 

Jake.^ Dat are ain' possible, 'case de ole woman's got de chile 
located in de Kingdom Come. 

Dinah {who has been peering about tmder chairs and table, and 
looking in sideboard, reaches under settle). Dere's somep'n under 
yere, wid feaders ! 

Jake. Must be dat tukkey! Mose couldn't a got his plumage 
so soon ! 

(Dinah pulls out the turkey.) 

Tilly {who has peeped uitder settle). Try agin, Aunt Dinah, 
'case 'twould be a burnin' shame to gib up de party ! 

(Dinah reaches under settle again and drags Mose out.) 



lO PLANTATION BITTERS. 

Jake. Hi ! you limb ob Satan ! Wait till de daddy gits de 
strop ! {Takes down strap and lashes abotit with it.) 

Dinah {shaking }^\0'S>y.). Whar yer bin all dis time.'' Scarin' 
de life outen de ole mammy ! 

MosE {doubling np a?td cfying). I's been sick, mamm.y ! I's 
had de pains dretTul bad ! Spect I's got de colic. 

Dinah {to Jake). Dar now, put away dat are strop, de ole 
woman wasn' so fur wrong ! De poor chile moiigJit a been a angel 
ef de mammy hadn' foun' him in time! {Cuddling Mose.) Come 
now, honey ! don' cry! De mammy's got a dose in de cab'n dat'll 
fix de colicyf ;/^ .'' 

Mose {bright eni7ig up). Does yer take it in a spooji? (Jake 
groans.) 

Tilly and Lucy {aside to Mose). Sh, sh ! Don' talk 'bout 
spunes ! 

Dinah {taking Mose in her arms). No, honey, dat's de medi- 
cine what yer drinks outen de bottle ! 

{Carries Mose off^. B. The child winks at the audience over her 
shoulder.) 

Jake {picking up the turkey). Dat are ole woman's de biggest 
fool ! {Notices the dresses.) What you gals a-doin' wid dem 
gowns ? 

Lucy. Oh, you go 'long ! You tend to de rangerments ob de 
party, an' leab us to do credit to de style ob de State ob Jawjy 'gin 
dat ob de State ob New York ! 

Jake {gru7nbling and walking off). Gals ain' no credit to de 
style ob enny state ! Dey tinks dey adorns de state ob matrimony, 
but dey is a tribberlation to mankin' from de beginnin' to de end! 

{Exit Jake r. with turkey^) 

Lucy. Dat's a good riddance ! Now we-all's got ter 'cide de 
matter o' dese gowns ! 

Tilly {looking at the dress on Lucy'^s arm). Well, den, dis 
nigger ain' gwine to war no yaller gowns, case dey don' suit de 
complexion ob her skin. Pink's de color what I's allers crabin'! 

Lucy. Laws, now, hear dat ! De complexion ob her skin ! 
Who's de yallerest nigger in de country ? An' who eber heard 
tell o' puttin' pink outer yaller? 

Tilly. Dat's jes' de chune, don' yer know ? 

Pink an' yaller 
Ketch defellar! 

Lucy. Laws now, you's a-gittin' ob you'se'f up to ketch dat 
town nigger ! 

Tilly {giggling). Ain' we bof on us up to de same racket ? 

Lucy {seriously). Dere's notin' takes a town nigger like de far- 
ness ob de skin, an' now I tells yer dis, an' you min' what I tells 



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II 



yer ! You war dis yaller 



an' you's got him sure nuff, case 



de yaller upon de yaller makes de yaller gal look white. 

Tilly {opening her eyes ivide). You don' say so ! Well, den, 
shift her ober. 

{Exchange dresses. h\jCY places hers on chair. Tilly does same^ 



Lucy {sings). 
J. C. Mullaly.^ 



{ Together.) 



Lucy. 



Air — '-Charming Gavotte." Arranged by 



When dat nigger Vincent comes to-night, 
Look you, Tilly gal, now don' take fright. 
Ketch yer gown up dis way, dis way, 
Turn yer toes out dat way, 
Make a curchy dis way, dis way ! 



Oh, we're perty gals now, don' fergit, 
An' we'll make dat Vincent tink so yit. 



Ketch yer gown up dis way, dis way ; 
No, no, no, not dat way — 
You's a stupid yaller gal ! 



Tilly {sings). 



{Dance.)! 



What you put on airs fer ? I's no fool ; 

Ain't I larn de ways in de colored school? 
Ketch me gown up dis way, dis way. 
Turn me toes out dat way, 
^lake a curchy dis way, dis way ! 



{Together.) 



Sam. 



Oh, we're perty gals now, don' fergit. 
An' we'll make dat Vincent — 

{Enter Sam and Bett l. b.) 
Hi. sals ! he's out yander ! {Giggles.) 



Laws sakes, 



Lucy and Tilly. Who's out yander ? (Vincent passes win- 
dow., looking in.) 

Bett. Dat are swell nigger from York State. 

Sam. We-all fetched him along arly. 

Lucy {seizing her gown and handing it to Tilly) . 
Tilly, ain't we in a pucker ? 

(Tilly ////j- Lucy's ^^^w;/ on chair with hers and stands before tt, 
trying to hide "the7n. Vincent appears at door R. b.) 

Sam. Come in, Mr. Vincent, de gals is yere, an' {giggling) 
so's de gowns ! 

1 This sona; is written for the air onlv to be found in this gavotte. The first verse is 
sung to the first sixteen measures, next sixteen for interlude and dance, next sixteen for 
second verse. Lucy's extravagant action and Tilly's awkward imitation make the 
point of the song. 



12 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

{Enfer Vincent. Sam and Bett ritn off l. b. Vincent 7nakes 
an exaggerated bow, Lucy an elaborate courtesy. Tilly g/ggles.) 

Vincent. Good-evenin', Miss 

Sam (putting head in at window). Say, dat nigger's Luce, an' 
t'other one, she's Tilly ! {Disappears.) 

Vincent. Good-evenin', Miss Lucy I 

Lucy. Good-ebenin', Mister Vincent ! 

Vincent. The compliments of the evenin' to you, Miss Tilly! 

Tilly {spreading ont her gown to hide chair, and making a bob- 
bing coiirtsey). Howdy ! 

U3Q,Y {aside). Tilly! (T^? Vincent.) Take a cheer! 

(Sam and Bett conceal themselves outside windoiv and listen, 
showing themselves occasionally.) 

Vincent. No, thank you, young ladies ! I perceive that I have 
arove upon the scene a leetle prematoorly, so to speak, an' — 

Tilly {clapping her hands). Laws, ain't he de eleguntest nig- 
ger a-goin' ? 

Lucy {aside). Hole yer tongue, Tilly, yer'll spile ebryting! 
{To Vincent.) We-all's bery happy ter see yer, ef it is a leede 
arly. Dem youn ;uns is so full o' dar tricks, dey mos' proberly 
gabe ye de wrong time. 

Vincent. Oh, aw ! In York State, whar I have the pleasure to 
weside, there are so many kyinds of parties — 

Tilly. Laws now, is dey ? 

Lucy {aside). Keep quiet, can't yer ? 

Vincent. An' as the juveniles wequested the pwesence of your 
humble sarvent immejate, I persoomed it was arternoon tea. 

Tilly. Laws, we takes our tea down to Jawjy when we has 
our supper, time de chick'ns goes to roost ! 

Lucy {aside). Hoi' yer tongue, gal ! 

ViNC. Oh, ah ! indeed ! 

Lucy. We-all's bery sorry dat de younguns was so free, but 
all de same we's happy to see yer, 'case we's dat int'rested to 
year 'bout de State ob New York, an' bime-by, when de yuthers 
come, dere won't be no chance. We's born an' bred in Jawjy, an' 
we don' believe thar's nothin' up to York enny better'n what we 
gits down yere. 

V\^c {scornfully). Nothin' better? Oh, the ignowance of this 
benighted land ! 

Tilly. 'Tain't alius night, an' 'tain't sca'cely what yer could call 
ebenin' yit, ye come so arly. Maybe dem's York styles ! 

ViNC. {ignoring Tilly). Miss Lucy, listen to what I welate, 
and if in this poor an' barren land you can perdooce aught to wival 
the chahms of New York City, I will wetire into oblivion. 

Lucy {with an air) . Perceed ! 

ViNC. Fust take the theaytres ! Thirty on 'em in full blast! 
Fust-class ones, whar the swells congwegate to see the gweat actors 



PLANTATION BITTERS, 1 3 

from foreign lands, Henry Irving, Sara Bernhardt, the Jarsey Lily, 
an' sich ; an' others that patwonize home talent an entertain the 
multitudes. Did you ever see Dr. Bill an' the famous Kangaroo 
Dance? Did they ever run one hundred an' two nights in Geor- 
gia? {Girls stare.) An' the /talian Opewah, with the divine 
Patti ! Does she give last appearances in this State? 

Tilly. Dunno ! 

ViNC. Then thar's the German Opewah, with tickets at five dol- 
lars a head. (Tilly claps both hands to her head, a?id groans.) 
Can Georgia compete with that? Do the dulcet stwains of the 
moosic of the — future — aliem ! — ahem ! — float in the — in the — 
in the air — of — of — these parts ? 

Tilly. Laws, Luce, do they? 

Lucy. Hole on, Tilly, an' year the rest ! 

ViNC. An' then for the lower classes thar's the circus, with 
the acrobats' performances on the flying trapeze; an' the dime 
museums with the fat women, the hving skeletons, and other curi- 
osities. Then thar's the minstrel shows, with the clog-dance at- 
tachment, an' the banjo concerts. There's balls an' parties an' 
the ballet — 

Tilly. Good Lord ! has you seen 'em all? 

ViNC. Most sartainly! An' these are but a few of the attwac- 
tions of the gweat city. 

Lucy. We don' doubt yer word, an' we hopes ter die ef we 
can outshine de elegance ob all dat are ; but — (glajtcing toward 
clock) . 

ViNC. {taking the hint). You will excuse me, ladies, an' I will 
wetiah to weturn at the hour you will appint. 

Lucy. You is bery obleegin' ! In Jawjy we begins our festibi- 
ties 'bout nine o'clock, at which hour we hopes ter enj'y de pleas- 
ure ob vou-all's society. 

Tilly. Yer k'n come along o' Amos Green. He'll git ye here 
all right. 

(Vincent glares at Tilly through his eyeglasses, bows to Lucy ; 
exit k. B.) 

Tilly {seizing gowns). Laws, Luce, 'pears to me he's a pill to 
swaller ! 

Lucy. Tilly, you-all's de greenest nigger what I's eber seen ! 
Tilly. Ef I's green, 'pears like I mought a had de pink gown. 

{Exeunt Lucy atid Tilly l. Enter Sam and Bett through the 
window.) 

Sam. Hi. Bett ! Here's a go ! De ole folks tinks we's turned 
in for de night, an' here we is, boun' ter git all de enj'yments outen 
dat are party ! 

Bett. Dat so, Sam ! {Sits on settled) 

Sam. Look yere ! dat are York nigger tink he know a pile, 
don' he? 



14 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

Bett. Spect he does ! 

Sam. Hi ! reckon we-all kin knock spots outen him. {Placing 
himself before Bett. Hands in his pockets.') Wha's dem tin^-s 
he's braggin' 'bout? Ain't we got 'em clown yere ? 

Bett {counting oji her fingers). De uproar an' de Patti ! 

Sam. Malviny Snowfiake kin gib him pints on de uproar ! 
(Bett nods.) An' mammy, shell tend to de patties. 

Bett {stnacking her lips). Dat so. {Counting again.) De 



theayt? 

Sam {scratcJmig his head). Spect Amos Green'll hab to help 
us oaten dat are. He's seed 'em. 

Bett. De Jarsey Lily ! 

Sam. Neber heard Amos tell er no flowers ! 

Bett. Laws, Sam, you's green. Don' dey fling de bouquets all 
roun', when dey likes de playin' ? 

Sam. Dunno, neber seed' 'em ! 

Beit. Dey does all de same. 'Pears hke you'n me mought 
manage one flower. Ole Miss Calla lily done blossom dis yer bery 
day! 

Sam. Bett, fo' a gal you'll do. Wha' next? 

Bett {counting). De circus ! 

Sam {kicking np his heels). Ki-yi, Bett! You'n me'll gib 'em 
all de circus dey'll want dis night ! 

Bett, De akkerbat on de fly ! Wha's dat are? 

Sam. Dunno ! {Meditating.) Mought be de base-ball. 

Bett. Dat ^re ain't likely, 'case de balls goes on de fly an' 
not de bats. 

Sam. Laws, Bett, I's got him ! Dem's de little critters what 
flies roun' nights an' gits in de nigger gal's wool. Akker-bats is 
what dey calls 'em in York State. Reckon we kin fix him for de 
credit ob Jawjy ! 

Bett {counting). De dime museum! 

Sam. Dat's outen de question. Dar won't be no dimes, not in 
dis company. 

Bett. De fat woman ! 

Sam. Aunt Chloe's a-coming ! 

Bett. De libin' skellington ! Wha's dat, Sam ? 

Sam. De skellington? Don' yer know, sure nuff, Bett? 
(Bett shakes her head.) 

Sam (/;/ sepulchral tones). It's de bones ob a libe man wid de 
meat all lef off ! 

Bett. Laws, Sam, you scar's me fearful ! 

Sam (rubbing his head). Dere's ole Pomp Jones. He's de 
most approach in' dat are curiosity in dese parts ! 

Bett. De banjo concerts, de cullud minstrels ! Wha's dem ? 

Sam, De minstrels ? Dunno ! 

Bett {counting). De clog, de balls, and de parties ! 

Sam. Dey's all easy nuff. De party'll take care ob itself. 

Bett {solefnnly) . be ballet ! 



PLANTATION BITTERS. 15 

Sam {looking wise). Dat are's 'bout de same as de rest, wid de 
close lef off! 

Bett. Laws, Sam, whar's yer manners. {Coining forward, 
looking over both hands to fijid a finger not counted, and seizing a 
thumb.) Dr. Bill an' de kan — kan — 

Sam. Dat's a sticker, Bett. How we gwine ter make dat out ? 

Bett. How kin I tell ? 

Sam. We got ter do it some way. 

Bett. An we's in it, sure nuff! 

Sam. Bet yer life ! 

SONG. 

The Plantation Ball. Air, — '' Odd Fellows Hall:' 
Sam a7id Bett {sing) . 

De ok folks dey plans out a party. 

To gib to de niggers a treat, 
An' let de gals all hab de pleasure, 

Dat swell New York nigger to meet. 
De poor little chilluns ain't in it, 

'Case nobody wants 'em at all. 
But we-alls intends to be present. 

To lend tone to dat Plantation Ball. 

Chorus. Uproars, ballets, ak'rbats on de fly, 

Turkey, patties, ice-cream 'n cake, 'n pie ! 

Kan-kans, clog-dance — Oh, we'll hab 'em all! 
Now don't you forget, you safely can bet, 

We'll go to dat Plantation Ball. 

{Dattce.) 

(Bill Williams, a disreputable-looking darkey, appears at door 
R. B. Sam and Bett seize upon him and dance to f.) 

Sam {punching Bill in right side) . A party ! 

Bett {same business, left side) . 'N a supper ! 

Bill. Oh, laws, an' dis nigger ain't in it! 

Sam and Bktt. De chilluns'Il fix dat are. 

Bill. Sure nuff. Gollies ! 

Sam. Sure's you born ! et" you'll help perdooce de kan — kan — 

Bett {triumphantly). Ga-ROO. 

Bill. Oh, laws, chilluns, what you know 'bout dat are critter ? 

Sam. Dunno nothin'. 

Bett. Dat's de mischief! 

Bill. Neberseed 'im, did yer? 

Sam and Bett. Neber. 

Bill. Laws, dey's de ungainest critters a-goin\ Pears like 
when dey was a-makin' ob de beastsis dey done got sort o' balled 
up, an' made dis yer kind out o' de leavin's, fo' a joke, don't yer 
see ? 

Sam. Wha's dey like den, dese kan — kan — 



l6 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

Bett. Ga-roos ! 

Bill. Dey's mighty curus ! Dey heads is too little, an' dey 
tails is too big, dey front legs is too short, an' dey behind legs is 
too long. When dey Stan's up dey sits down, an' when dey runs 
dey Jiops. 

Bett. Laws, Bill, you's doin' de jokin' ! 

Bill. It's de solemn truf ! 

Sam. Can dey keep it up one hunderd an' two nights ? 

Bill. Keep what up, honey ? 

Bett. We-all means de hoppin' ! 

Bill. How can dis nigger tell ? 

Sam. Look yere, Bill, you git some critters dis yer night 
approachin' dat are beast, an' set 'em a-hoppin' at de ole folks' 
party, an' you can come. 

Bett. 'N git some ob de grub ! 

{Enter Jake, gnunblhig, l. Sam and Bett try to hide Bill, who 
s gnats behind the7n.') 

Jake. De whole place am at sixes an' sebens. {Sees children.') 
Didn' de mammy sen' you off to de cab'n ? 

Sam. We's a-huntin' fer de spune, daddy ! 

Jake {groans). Don' mention dat subjec' ! {Sees Bill.) 
Who's dat are low-down nigger a-scroochin' in de corner? 

Bett. Dat are's Bill ! 

Sam. He done come to borry a dose ob de bitters ! 

Jake. Get out, you disrespectable nigger. Don' you come 
foolin' roun' dis high-toned place. 

Bill {groaning). Oh, laws, Jake, ef you was a-suiferin' like I 
be, wid de gripes an' de collywobbles, you-all'd compassionate a 
poor nigger to de extent ob one spune — 

Sam atid Bett {clapping hands over Bill's month). Sh — sh ! 

Jake {sinking disconsolately on settle). Don' you come here 
talking 'bout spunes. 

{Enter Dinah with large sgnare bottle labelled '■'■ Plantation 

Bitters.'") 

.. Dinah. Mose, he's settled ! Now — Laws ter gracious ! wha's 
gwine on ? Jake, ole man, brace up. Sam and Bett, wliat you 
doin' here ? Clar out! Nigger Bill, you ain't wanted in dis com- 
pany. Make tracks ! 

Sam. Bill's sick, mammy, 'n he wants some bitters. 

Bett. 'N dad's in de dumps, 'n he needs a dose. 

Sam. 'N Bett, she's res'less. {Giggles.) She carn't sleep 'ithout 
sooth in' ! 

Bett. 'N Sam, he's carvorlin' round like a hoppergrass — wid 
de chilblains. 

Sam. 'N we all needs a dose ! 



PLANTATION BITTERS. 1/ 

Dinah {holding bottle high). No, ye don't git one spuneful {all 
groaii), not one drap ! 

Sam and Bett. O mammy, an' dey's so powerful healm . 

(Sam, Bett, Jake, and Bill sing, beseeching Dinah, who guards 

her bottle. Chorus ofprecediiig song.) 

Headache, toothache, rheumatiz, an' sprains ; 
Colic, bruises, internal aches an' pains; 

Chilblains, ague, how dey makes us feel I 
Don't let us endure de ills we may cure — 

Dem bitters all troubles can heal ! 



CURTAIN. 



Bi^^- 



Sam. Dinah. Bett. j^^ 



ACT II. 



^C^-^^. — Same as in Act I. Dinifig- table removed, chairs set 
back against the wall Aunt Dinah discovered sitting on settle 
L. fanning herself with large palm-leaf fa- 



tan. 



Dinah. Laws, Ps jes' about tuckered out wid de contrary ways 
O' dis 'stableshment ! {Sighs.) De supper's ready anyway — 
an' it's jes' about as good as dey makes 'em up yander, I reckon. 
{A knock.) Come in! 
{Efiter Aunt Chloe r. b., with large basket covered with a cloth.) 

Dinah {coniins, forward). Laws, Sis' Chloe, how is yer ? 

Chloe {handing basket to Dinah, who sets it down). I's porely, 
Sis' Dinah, mighty porely! Jes' thought I'd draproun' arly an' see 
ef I couldn' help yer wid de vittles ! , , . , o- , 

Dinah {takino her shawl a?id bonnet). Yo^'s dat obleegin bis 
Chloe, dat I carn't spress my obligations to yer. How's yer 

rheumatiz ? , , . , , j . i • ■» 

Chloe. I neber complains. Sis' Dinah ; I ain't one o dat kin . 

Dere's a ketch here {putting hand on right hip), an' a pain yander 

(putting hand on back), wid de cramps in de knee-jints. I am't so 

limbersome as I use ter was. But laws, honey, dat are's what ole 

folks must spect ! How's de chilluns ? 

Dinah. Oh, dey's right smart, dey is. I's done gone an put 

'em to bed, an' dar I hopes dey'll stay. Wat you got in dat are 

barsket ? 



1 8 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

Chloe. Laws, now, 'tain't much ! Jes' a par o' chickens dat I 
tole ole miss was a leetle gamey for de fambly {chuckles), an' a 
pone er cornbread, an' a jar o' pussuvs, an' — 

Dinah {chuckling) . Laws, Sis' Ciiloe, for a ole nigger wid de 
cramps, you's about as up an' comin' as de next one. Come on, 
an' le's put you-all's pervisions wid de rest. 

{Exeicnt Chloe arid Dinah with the basket r. Enter Sam and 
Bett r. b. giggling.) 

Bett. De mammy didn' find him? 

Sam. How she gwine fin' him.'' 

Bett. Dunno ! 

Sam. Course yer dunno! Yer dunno not'in ! Now look yere, 
Bett, you'n me's got ter locate whar we c'n watch de workin's o' 
dis show. 

Bett, Now yer talkin', Sam! 

Sam {crawling nnder settle). Dis yere's good enough fer me ! 

Bett {creeping under sideboard). An' dis yere'll 'commodate 
dis nigger ! {Silence^ 

SA-i,! and V>KTT {loud whisper). O Mose ! Say, Mose, is yer 
all right? 

A VOICE. Ki-yi ! 

{Enter Dinah ajid Chloe r.) 

Sam {aside). Dis yer's de fat woman up to date ! 

Dinah {offering chair to Chloe l. Chloe sits). Wal, Sis' 
Chloe, ebryting's all ready cep de comp'ny. {Looks at clock.) 
Ten minutes ter nine! Reckon I'll set down. Dey'll be here 
direckly. {Sits R.) 

{Enter Jake r. b.) 

Dinah. Laws, Jake, don' look so glum ! 

Chloe. Ain' yer well, Jake, dis ebenin'? 

Jake. I's well enough! Whar's dem gals? 

Dinah. De gals? Laws, Jake, dey's furbelowin' dey selfs up 
to kill, all on account o' dat town nigger. 

Chloe. Spect heUl be comin' 'fore long. 

Jake {looking at clock). Pears ter me de time's a-draggin' I 
{A knock.) 

Dinah. Come in ! 

{Enter Pompey and Rosy l. b.) 

Dinah {shakirig hands). Laws, now, Pomp, how is yer? It's 
a heap o' days sence I's set eyes on yer ! 

Sam {aside ). De skelling'ton ! he'll do ! 

Dinah {to Rosy). An' how's you-all gettin' on. Rosy? 

Rosy {handing su7i-bonnct to Dinah). I's right peart. How's 
you-all, Aunt Dinah ? 



PLANTATION BITTERS. I9 

PoMPEY {to Jake). How's de chilluns ? 

Jake. Laws, dey's miohty soon critters, dem chilluns. Alius 
jest whar ye don' want 'em. Tank de Lord de ole woman's got 
'em safe under de kivers for dis night. Dey's down in de cab'n 
fas' asleep. 

Rosy. Laws now, Unk Jake, I's ?-hopin' ter see dat are Mose. 
He's de best-favered little nigger in Jawjy. 

Jake. Dat so.-* Dey ^<? say he's de beryspitan' immidge ob 
he daddy! 

Dinah. Oh, go 'long ! an' Mose de onliest one o' de younguns 
what favers de mammy ! 

Jake {looking out door r. b.). Here comes Brudder Scipio an' 
de yuthers ! 

Dinah {gazitig at clock). Ten minutes ter nine. Dat are's 
curus ! 

{Enter Scipio, Cato ivith banjo, and Milly r. b. General greet- 
ifigs, hand-sJiakhigs, etc. Dinah abstractedly listens at the clock, 
shakes her head, listens agaiiii) 

Dinah {alarmed). Jake, de ole critter's done gone an' stop, an' 
dis yer's de middle ob de week. Wha's de matter ? {Opens the 
door, puts her hafid in, a7id screanis.) 'For de Lord's sake, Jake, 
dars somethin' in dar ! 

Jake.. Laws, yer ole fool, wha's it gwine ter be? 

Dinah {feeling). It's got har on it ! {All shudder.) An' it's 
warm ! 

All. Oh, my Lordy ! 

(POMPEY approaches timidly, feels of the object, starts back, feels 
again., and retires treinbling. Others follow ; the girls scream ; 
there is a general panic. At last Jake takes the fnatter in hand.) 

Jake {boldly approaching cUck). It can't be nothin' wuss'n a 
possum or a — a — {Pulls.) Here come out yer — critter ! 
{Drags out MoSE.) 

PvIosE. Ow — ow — OW ! 

Dinah. For de marcy's sake, it's de pickaninny! {All crowd 
arou7id the child.) 

Jake. How you little black nigger git in dar ? 

Mose. Spect I know'd de way! {All laugh.) 

Jake. What you git in di-Axforf 

Mose. 'Case this little nig want ter see de party! {All laugh. 
Jake goes for strap. Sam and Bett peep out.) 

Dinah. Didn' de ole mammy put yer in 3-er leetle bed, wid de 
bitters ? 

Chloe. Laws, now, ain't dere a leetle drap o' somethin' sorter 
stirrin'-like in dem bitters? Dese yer bottles. Sis' Dinah, what's 
got de name o' bitters on de outsid^y day sometimes done s'prise 
you wid dey contents! 



20 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

Dinah. Sho ! Sis' Chloe, dey's de kind what Vs alius usin'? 

(Jake approaches with strap. Sam a7id B^ett pop in.) 

Rosy. Oh, come, Unk Jake, don' hurt de chile! 

POMPEY. Leabe him to de ole woman ! 

Chloe. Car' him off ter bed, Sis' Dinah. 

SciPio. He's de chap what'll git off ebry time. 

MiLLY. Bress his leetle heart .' 

Dinah {taking Mose in her arms). Come along den. 

{Exit Dinah with Mose r. b. E7tter Vincent r. b., followed by 
Amos Green. E7tter Lucy a^id Tilly l.) 

Lucy {with elaborate courtesy to Vincent). Good-ebenin', Mr 
Vincent ! You-all's most welcome to de party. 

Vin. {with bow). Miss Lucy, you do me proud ! 

Tilly. How is yer, Amos ? 

Amos. I's right smart! (Lucy and Vincent advance to f. 
liLLY and Auo?, following^ 

Tii^i^Y {nudging Vincent). You's got de Jawjy kinks on dis 
time, am't yer ? ^•' 

(Vincent stares at her through his eyeglasses. Jake offers him a 
chair r. f. Vincent seats hijnself and sucks his cane. Chloe 
and Pompey have seated themselves side by side r. .There is 
some hajid-shaking . Cato and Amos /; j to approach Tilly and 
Lucy l., who pid on airs. Rosy and Milly walk around the 
girls and feel of their gowns.) 

Rosy. It's de real satin, sure nuff, Milly ! 
Milly {staring). Laws, now, be it .? 

(Old Pompey rises with difficulty, crosses over to Vincent, hesi- 
tates, and the7i addresses hi?n.) 
Pomp. Ahem ! How — 

(Vincent adjusts his eyeglass. Pompey starts back, then ap- 
proaches again.) 

Pomp. Mister Vincent, how does yer corporosity seem ter se- 
gashuate ? (Vincent coughs ajid stares.) 

Jake {to Pompey). Don't make no more bodderment 'bout 
dat nigger. Look like— {Taps his own head and shakes it 
dubiously.) 

{Enter Dinah with the Bitters:) 

Dinah. Laws, now, dis yer's curus ! Dat youngun likes dem 
bitters more samer dan he do his vittles, an' de more he takes de 
more friskersome he gits. {Testes of them. ^ Sis' Chloe, s'pos'incr 
you jes tries 'em, an' see what you-all tinks 'bout 'em. Dere is \ 
kmd o' morish taste to 'em. 



PLANTATION BITTERS. 21 

Chloe {tastes). Laws, dey's powerful warmin' ! Is dere ermy 
ob dem d'rections on de bottle, what says to rub 'em on de out- 
side, an' swaller 'em on de inside ? 'Case 'pears like dey mought 
be good for de rheumatiz. 

{Passes the bottle to Pompey ; he fhstes, rubs his stomach, tastes 
again, S7nacks his lips, and passes it on. Others taste. Cato 
passes bottle to Lucy.) 

Lucy Clar out ! Ain't no 'spectable yaller gal goin' ter drink 
outen no bottle ! 

Jake {takes bottle ; drinks). Dey are sort o' limberin' ! {Shakes 
bottle and approaches Vincent.) Look yere, Mr. Vincent, 'pears 
like you been a-nussin' dat are cane long enufF, 'sposin ye tries de 
bottle. It's a mighty sight more nourishin' ! 

{Offers bottle-, Vincent stares, then takes it, tastes, and tastes 
again. Sam and Bett have popped out their heads, smacked 
their lips, and watched the proceedings with great interest.) 

Sam. Take a spune, pig ! {Hides.) 

(Vincent starts. Dinah seizes the bottle ajid measures its con- 
tents. Jake groans.) 

Amos {to Scipio). Did you speak? 

SciPio. I ain't said nothin'. Cato, was you a-talkin' ? 

Tilly. Laws, Cato don' neber open he mouf only to let de vit- 
tles in ! 

Pomp. Somebody made a observation. 

Vinc. {rising, bows to Dinah). I humbly begs your pardon, 
but weally the flavor cf the cordial was so pleasing, that I desired 
to test it— /?///k. {Sits.) 

Jake {aside). See dat now ! It's done loosed de tongue o' dat 
ijut! 

Dinah {placing bottle on sideboard). Jake, ain' yer shamed o' 
you'se'f .'' 

Jake {to Vincent). P'r'aps now, Mr. Vincent, ef yer feels a 
leetle more limbersome, ye might open dis yere show wid some ob 
de York kickshaws. 

Vinc. {stares at Jake). I should be most 'appy, but — 

Dinah {patting him on the back). Laws, now, don' be timer- 
some. We's all friends. (Vincent stares at her through his 
glass.) 

Jake. Ef it's de beginin' wha' sticks yer, we-all can manage to 
start her up wid one o' dese low-down Jawjy niggers. Dere's 
Cato yander {points to Cato, who sits on floor r. f., hugging his 
banjo), he don' look like he got a bery great rebelation, do he? 
Cato, can't yer speak up for de credit o' Jawjy, an' tell dis yer 
cullud genterman wha's de chune o' yer rasthn' round dese days? 
(Cato grins.) 



22 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

• 

Rosy. Come, chune up, Cato. (Cato tunes his banjo.') 

Amos. Cato ain' got no great vocation. He jes' sets round wid 
de banjo, waitin' fo' somebody to tell him what ter do / 

DixAH. Dat are's Cato ebery time ! (Cato grins; all nod 
encouragingly. Solo on banjc^ 

Tilly. Dar now! Cato aiiVt no favVite nigger o' mine, but you 
jes' tell dis yere company, Mr. Vincent, ef dere's enny ob dem York 
niggers can beat him wid de banjo. 

ViNC. Ahem! It is not considered to be quite — ahem — 
quite the thing for the cullud gentry to play upon that instrument. 
It is left to the lower classes and a few cranks among the white 
population. (Lucy nods approvingly.) 

Dinah. Laws, Mr. Vincent, is dem de customs up yander ? 
Den what on de face o' de yarth do ye find fit fer such a biggity 
nigger as you'seY to turn a hand to "i 

ViNC. {rising). Ladies and gentlemen, my okkipation is to 
wait upon the aristocracy of the manopolies — me — metropolis, I 
would say, in one of the most celebrated hotels in the great city of 
New York ! {Admiring s^lances.) 

Lucy. Dar now ! Didn't I tell yer ? 

Tilly. Bless gracious! ain't he got de talents? 

(Vincent offers his arm to Lucy ; Tilly takes his other arm, and 
the three seat thejnselves on the settle.) 

Dinah {to Chloe). Pears like he ain't nothin' but a waiter- 
man, arter all ! 

Chloe. Dat's so! 

Rosy {stepping into the middle of tJie floor). Laws, dis yer's de 
stupidest party what eber I was at ! Dem gals don't do nothin' but 
keep up a great 'miration bout dat are town nigger, an' dis gal's jes' 
a-spilin' for de dancin' to begin. 

Jake. Hear dat, Scipio .? Step out an' do de shakes ! 

Chloe. He can do 'em good as de nex' one! 

All. Come on, Scipio! 

MiLLY. Where's de chune? 

Scipio. Let her go, chune ! {To pianist.) 

(Scipio dances clog. Meantime, a large black bat attached to a 
string flaps about over Yii^CK-ht^s head; flnally it hits LuCY : 
she screams., a?id faints. Vincent catches her, and fans her. 
Bat flaps in Tilly's /^^<? ; she screajns a7id falls on Vincent's 
other side. Amos catches her.) 

Tilly {very stiff and erect) . Git out, you black nigger! 

(^All scream ; girls stand on chairs, and hold up their skirts or 
cover their heads. Bett takes advantage of the confusion to 
crawl ont of her hidijig-piace, and seize the bitters. Pompey 
makes viole^it efforts to hit the bat with his tall hat; the others 



PLANTATION BITTERS. 23 

chase it. Sam rises behind the settle. Vomvey Jin ally hits the 
bat, knocking it towards Sam, ivho catches it, and bobs 02it of 
sight.) 

Chloe. Whar de critter come from ? 

Pomp. An' vvhar's de critter gone to? 

Jake. Pears like dere ain't no countin' fer dem critters anyway. 
Dey's mighty sight hke chiilun. 

ViNC. {fan?iing Lucy). Miss Lucy, are you about to wevive .'' 

Lucy. Laws, I'se dat timersome, it's took all de enj'yments o' 
'lis party outer me. 

ViNC. Don' say so, Miss Lou ! Your devoted sarvent is 
close beside yer an' — 

Bett {shaking up bitters). Take a drap. Luce, dey'U brace ye 
up ! 

Dinah {seizing and shaking her) . Whar you come from, Betty? 
Ain't I sent yer ter bed? 

Bett {hiding bottle behind her). I done hear de screechin', 
mammy, an' I had ter come, I was dat feared you was a-dyin' ! 

Chloe. Sis' Dinah, pears like dat are soun's plausible. 

(Bett backs 7tp stage to r., T)!"^ ah following, shaking her fst at 
her. Sam rises behijid settle, and lea?iing forward dangles the 
bat before the girls.) 

Tilly {tnrning and screaming). Laws, Sam, clarout. I'se dat 
afeared o' bats dey jest naturly set de cole chills runnin' down my 
back ! 

Jake {seizing Sam, drags hint out). You limb o' Satan ! 

Sam {chuckling). I'se only tryin' on de York styles, daddy. I 
say, Mr. Vincent, dis yere's one o' dem akkerbats you was men- 
tionin'. Dis nigger caught him on de fly ! De gals was a leetle 
upset, 'case dey ain' got quite used ter de high-toned ways yit! 
(Lucy sits very erect ; Tilly giggles.) 

Jake {solemnly). Dinah, you bring dat strop! 

Dinah {getting strap). Ain't I tell you chilluns ter keep outer 
dis party ? 

Rosy. Oh, come now, Unk Jake, don' be hard on em ! 

Jake {holding Sam with one hand and reaching for strap). De 
time fo' a settlement am come ! 

Bett {slyly). Say, daddy, 'ere's de bitters, an' mammy ain't 
a-lookin' ! 

{^XY^Y. takes bottle; Sam breaks away ; all laugh save Dinah, who 
is struggling with the strap. Sam throws bat out window.) 

Dinah. What you all a-laughin' at? 
Cato. We dun no ! 
All. Cato's done spoke ! 

Sam {to company). Now look yere. We-all's too small ter git 
invites to de party, but now we's got in we means ter stay. 



24 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

Rosy and Milly. Dat's you, Sam ! 

Sam. An' we objects to de management ob de ball. It's too 
solemncolly ! 

Bett. Ain't no go in it ! 

Dinah. What you gwine do about it ? 

Sam and Bett. Whoop her up! {They place two chairs c.) 

Sam. Set down, mammy! 

Bett. Set down, daddy ! 

Dinah. Laws, Jake, you's most drained de bitters. {Snatches 
bottle and hands it to Chloe, who holds it during song. All seat 
themselves in se?ni-circle. During confusion Rosy steals off to R., 
Milly to l. Bett takes tambourine and Sam prodiices bones.^ 

Sam. Now den, daddy, you'n mammy gib 'em " Clare de 
Kitchen," an' let de comp'ny pat her out. Bett'n me'll tend to de 
rest ! 

Pompey. Dat's de talk ! {All applaud.) 

SONG. 

*' Clare de Kitchen." By T. Rice. 

{During chorus the company pat on their knees, children playing 
bones and tambourine.) 

In ole Kentuck in de arternoon 

We sweep de floor wid a bran-new broom, 

And arter dat we form a ring, 

An' dis de song dat we do sing ! 

{Chorus.) Oh, dare de kitchen ole folks, young folks, 

Clare de kitchen ole folks, young folks, 
Ole Virginny never tire ! 

I hab a sweetheart in dis town ; 
She wears a yellow striped gown, 

(Cato 7tudges Tilly.) 

And when she walks de street aroun' 

De hollow ob her foot make a hole in de groun'. 

(Tilly uiakes face at Cato.) 

{Chorus.') Oh, clare de kitchen, etc. 

Jake, Mr. Vincent, dat are's one o' our kind o' songs down 
ye re ! 

Dinah. 'Sposin' you gibs us one o' your kind up yander ! 

Lucy. Oh, do ! One ob de lates' up your way. 

ViNC, {rising). Miss Lucy, the light of your countenance would 
inspire a more bashfuller man than your humble sarvent. {Bows 
and strikes attitude.) 

Jake {aside to Pompey). Leetle crank-sided? 

Pompey. A leetle ! 

Cato {receiving a punch from Tilly). Fire away ! 



PLANTATION BITTERS. 2$ 

SONG. 

** Ta-RA-RA-boom ! TA ! RA ! " By Launce Knight. 

Vincent and Chorus. 
(JDuring first chorus Chloe passes bitters to her next neighbor^ and 
he passes them on till they reach Dinah, who examines them 
and places bottle on sideboard. At close of sojig Vincent re- 
tires to back of stage, and approaches Sam and Bett, ivho are 
guardiftg door R. b. Examines them through eyeglass.^ 

Sam. Set down, ye ole squinch-owl ; de ballet's a-comin' ! 

(Vincent skips to settle. Great excitement.^ 

Women. Wha's dat are ? 
Men. Laws, Sam, you's a-jokin'? 

Bett {clapping her hands). Dey is a-comin', sure nufF, an' no 
foolin' ! wid de gowns lef off an' all. 
Chloe. Betty, I's s'prised at yer ! 
Sam. Here dey is ! 

{Pianist plays ^^ Skirt Dance'''' from ^^ Faust up to Date!''' Enter 
Rosy r., Milly l., in tarletan dresses. Ballet dance intro- 
duced. All watch the dance with great interest. Dinah aftd 
Chloe cover up their faces. At close all applaud. Rosy and 
Milly are the centre of attraction.) 

Bett {at window). Say, Malviny Snowflake's a-comin'! 

All {rushing to doors and window). Whar.? Whar you see 
her .? 

Bett. Out yander a-comin' up de slope ! 

Sam {giggling). Reckon ye'll git all de uproar ye wants dis 
night. Come on, Bett, let's make tracks. (Bett takes possession 
of the bitters in confusion.) 

Sam and Bett {at door r. b. meet Malvina, allow her to enter 
between them, bow low, and sho7it) . So long, mammy ! 

{Exeunt Sam a}id Bett r. b.) 

Lucy {coming forward). Laws, Malviny, we mos' gib ye up! 
How is yer ? {Shakes hands and conducts Malvina to F.) 

Tilly. We's powerful glad to see yer ! 

Malvina. Thanks, awfully ! 

Lucy. Our fren' from York State, Mr. Jasper Vincent, Miss 
Malviny Snowflake. (7"^ Vincent.) Miss Snowflake's dat distin- 
guished for her singin' dat she got de airs ob de quahty, an' comes 
late. (Malvina sifnpers.) • 

■ Tilly. Come Malviny, an gib us a song right now, an' den it's 
ober wid, ye know ! (Malvina looks daggers.) 

Lucy. Laws, Tilly, whar's yer manners } 

Vinc. Miss Snowflake, allow me! {Leads Malvina to foot' 
lights.) 



26 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

SOLO. 
Selected by Malvina Snowflake.i 

Rosy {at dose of song). Look yere, Amos ain't done nothin' 
yit! 

MiLLY. Can't ye do de theaytre bizness ? 

Tilly. Now's^yer chance, Amos, ef yer don't want dat town 
nigger ter — ter — 

Lucy. Ter 'luminate dese parts ter yer detriment ! 

Chloe and Dinah. Laws ter gracious ! 

Amos. You's bery kin' ter honor me. I once't went to de 
theaytre wid ole massa, an' I seen a man what went dis yer way. 

{Gives bui'lesqiie imperso7iation of any well-known actor. At 
close Rosy cojnes forward from window with large calla-lily, 
given to her by Bett, and presents it to Vincent.) 

Rosy. Amos has gib yer de theaytre, and de younguns say dis 
yere's de Hly. Liss'n — {moving outside) de Jarsey part's out 
yander wid de oder keows. 

(Vincent j/^r^i-y 'Lucy takes lily ; others giggle.) 

Tilly. Come now, Aunt Dinah, ain' we gwine hab one good 
dance dis yer night? 

Rosy. Le's hab one shake-down 'fore de supper ! 

Dinah. Laws, Chloe, dat min's me, you'n me better slip out an' 
Iqok at dat supper ! 

Chloe. Dat so ! ,Le's wait till de dancin' begins! 

Dinah. Sis' Chloe, you's gettin' sorter perjinkity in you ole age. 

Tilly {to Jake). Ain' you feelin' like you could sing de ole 
tune, Jake? 

Jake. To tell de truf I ain't felt right good dis ebenin\ 
Seems like a weight sort o' pulls me down, but I'll done try ! 

Dinah. Jake's all right. Chuse pardners. 

(Vincent leads off with Lucy; Cato takes Milly ; Scipio* Mal- 
vina; Amos, Tilly.) 

Tilly {pointing to Cato and Milly). Laws, look at dat, now ! 
Dem two critters done gone an' got tergedder, an' dey're dat dumb 
in dere speech, dere tongues '11 git de paralsis. Here you, Cato, 
come yere. {Pushes Amos towards Milly.) 

Lucy. Come, Pompey, you's wanted ! 

(POMPEY limps along with Rosy. They form in two lines ^facing 
each other c. ; JDinah and Chloe sit on settle l., beat time. Jake 
R. sings.) 

1 The part of Malvina is supposed to be taken by a young man with a high falsetto 
voice. Any solo from opera may be introduced here. Failing that, Malvina may sing, 
"I see my Love at the Window " from Students' Songs, all joining in the " Look I 
Look ! " with appropriate action. 



PLANTATION BITTERS. 2/ 

SONG AND DANCE. 
** Darkies' Dream." By G. L. Lansing. 
Jake and Chorus. 

Many a time we have danced all together ; 

'Twas thus passed de hours when de work was all done. 
De ole barn would serve, when dere came stormy weather, 

No thought of our parting ever came to any one. 
Oh, I's been a-thinkin' ob de dear ole plantation, 

Ob massa an' missy, ob de chilluns all gone, 
When right here aroun' me de folks seem ter gather, 

An' now dey pears before me, noddin' smilin' ebry one ; 

Oh, de ball seems to open wid ole massa's portly bow. 
Missy then follows after, courtesying stately an' low, 

An' de others in order take der places in a row, 
An' de music gives dem de step, jest so I 

• Chorus (all sing-). O darkies, I tell you dis dancin's a pleasure, 

When de ole folks an' juveniles go trippin' in a row, 
We'll balance to partners an' turn ebry lady. 
An' cut all de capers on de light fantastic toe I 

(A// dance. Jake takes a pas seul.) 

Jake {at window). What in de name o' gracious is a-comin' 
now ! 

Dinah {hurrying to window) . For marcy's, sake I 

Lucy {dinging to Vincent). Dis yer gal carn't stan' no more 
shocks ! 

Tilly. Cato, where is yer .'' 

Pomp, {peering out door r. b.). Dey is mighty curus critters ! 

Jake. Day's a-lopin' along dis way, sure's yer born! 

Chloe. An' dey come by jerks ! Oh, laws ! 

(^Pianist plays " Kangaroo Dance,'"' arra^iged by Jesse Williams. 
Enter Bill Williams in frock-coat and tall hat, with a doctor\<i 
bag, followed by Sam, Bett, and Mose in fantastic dress, long 
ears, masks, etc. Dance. Great excitement-, one after another 
joins, until all are hopping. At last, exhausted, they pause.) 

Dinah {punchi7ig Chloe). Laws, Chloe, we done forgit dat 
supper! {Trots off with Cyh.O'E.k.) 

Jake {cofuing forward, with dignity). An' who is dis yer cul- 
lud genterman what I has de pleasure ob greetin'? 

Bill. Ladies an' gentermens, you sees afore you de famus Dr. 
Bill. {Bows.) In dat are satchel he totes de mos' remarkable 
medicine a-goin' ! Dese yer leetle beastses took a small dose afore 
we done lef home, an' you sees how dey hops. Ef yer takes de 
whole bottle you hops one hunderd an' two nights, an' no stoppin' ! 
^YouNG Men. Fetch out de medicine ! 

Old Men. Keep de bag shet, for marcy's sake ! 



28 PLANTATION BITTERS. 

(Bill slowly opens the bag, all watching, and produces thi. bitters. 
Children giggle.') 

Jake. Laws to Peter, it's de ole woman's bitters ! 
Pomp. Parse 'em around! 

Jake. I dunno 'bout dat ! {Screaming outside^ Wha's de 
marternow? 
Rosy. Is de house a-fire } 

(Bill backs up r. shaking up the bitters, followed by the children.) 

Lucy {to Tilly l.). O Tilly, I's afeard ole miss done come 
back ! 

Tilly. Laws sakes what'll we do ? ( Tries to hide behind Cato. 
Enter Dinah atid Chloe wringing their hands.) 

Jake. Ole woman, wha's de marter ? 

Dinah. O Jake, de supper's done spiled ! {Crying.) 

Chloe. An' de patties is all gone ! {Crying.) 

Sam {aside). Dey's made deir last appearance sure 'nuff dis 
time! 

Dinah. An' de legs is ofiPn de turkey I 

Bett {aside). Spect de music set 'em a-hoppin' ! 

Chloe. An' what we gwine ter dof 

Pomp. Spect dis yer'll end in a dry walk-around ! 

Amos. Not while de bitters lasts I 

SciPio. Bill Williams, parse 'em around! 

Chloe. Laws dat bottle's empty I 

Dinah {solemnly). Jake, it's dem beastses! 

Jake. You know dat, fo' sure ! {Starts for the children. 
MoSF. faces him, strikijtg at him with the spoon. Dinah pulls off 
his disguise.) 

Dinah. Laws, Jake, it's de pickaninny ! 

Tilly. An' he's got de spune ! 

Jake. You leetle varmint. {Seizing spoon.) What you done 
all dis time wid dis spune ? 

MosE, " Tried her on de sweets, by de light ob de moon I " 

(Chloe seizes Bett aiid unmasks her. Dinah tackles Sam.) 

Lucy. Oh, laws, dem younguns has spilet ebryting ! 

Tilly. Laws, Luce, what yoic got ter complain ob .'' Ain't yer 
had it all yer own way .'' What you go tell dis gal yaller was de 
color, when you done ketched him wid d^epitik, — an — {giggH^^g) 
an — de — akkerbat ? 

ViNC. The party appears to me to be what we should call in 
New York City a howling success ! 

Bett. Dat's de talk ! 

Bill. An' de supper, Oh, my gollies ! an' dere's a-plenty left ! 

Sam {to Vincent). Ain't we gib yer de varieties ob de York 
shows ? 



PLANTATION BITTER^ 29 

(VmcEUT glares at Sam through his eyeglass^) 
Chorus. — " Odd Fellows Hall." 
All {sing). 

Uproars, ballets, ak'rbats on de fly, 
Turkey, patties, ice-cream, 'n cake, 'n pie ! 

Kan-kans, clog-dance, ain't we had 'em all? 
We'll neber forget de time, you can bet. 

We went to de Plantation Ball 1 

CURTAIN. 



rui^oE. JAKE. Dinah. Vi^^^^ 



POSITIONS. 



By the Author of *'Out of His Sphere. 



The GRT^NGBR, 

Or, Caught in His Own Trap. 

By DAVID HILL, 

Author of "Forced to the Wai?," "Out of his Sphere," 
•'Placer Gold," "Bound by ax Oath," Etc. 

Eleven male and two female characters and supers; six male characters oniy 
being important. Costumes modern and eccentric rustic. Scenery 3uay be made 
elaborate or simple, according to circumstances. John Haymaker is a good 
character, new to the stage, and full of rustic humor and shrewdness. Alvin 
Joslin, as played by Mr. JJavis, comes nearest to it in flavor. The other char- 
acters are excellent, generally rustic types and tliose of low life in the city, 
where the incidents of " The Granger's" second act occur. The story is original 
in idea, and of great humorous possibilities. Just the thing for a Grange enter- 
tainment. Can be played with the simplest accessories, yet will amply repay 
care in ge*<eing up. 

Price . . « . . 25 Cents. 

ACT I. Scene 1. Highway. Farming a trade. "It takes more good, sound 
common sense to run a farm successfully than it does a naiional bank. A 
good shot. Evolution. Isaac as an informer. Hard to hear. "Measter 
Haymaker, dom it ! woolye stop that dinging and come here." Sce^e 2. 
The lovers. Philopened. The penalty two kisses. Caught in the act. 
" Well, young man, when you are satisfied, please give nje yonr attention." 
Wager between Kichard and Haymaker. " I will wager that you will 1 e out- 
witted at your own game inside of a month ; and yonr danghter's hand shall 
pay tlie penalty if I win." "And if you lose?" "If I lose, I will never 
trouble you or your daughter again." The acceptance. Scexe 3. Hay- 
maker's house. Richai'd unfolds his plan to Mrs. Haymaker and Minnie. 
They join him in the plot to outAvit Haymaker. Off to the city. 

ACT II. Scene 1. City street. " The Granger." Lots of fun. Tnken for a 
greenhorn. New kind of game. Baiting the trap. How the pickpockets 
Avere caught. "Feel at this moment jest like speakin' in meetin', don't ye?" 
Held in tow. Off to the "tavern." Scene 2. City bar-room. How Hay- 
maker fooled the crowd. Releasing the pickpockets. Parting advice. 
" Wlien you pick up another Granger on the street, don't take him for a 
pumpkin until you have tested the rind." How the traps were worked. 
Tough yarns. Richard and IVIinnie disguised. The song. Charity. 
" Yengster, jest lead the way tu them there books." Scenes. Room in 
tenement house. Evolution again. The supper. The drugged cotfee. 
Haymaker falls asleep. Richard happy. "Hurrah! we together Imve out- 
witted John Haymaker." Minnie's keepsake. Haymaker caught in his own 
traps. 

A.CT III. Scene 1. Highway. Haymaker and Cushing. " Tour're an old, 
m^ldlesonie, wizzled, knock-kneed and dried up jackass." Cushing aston- 
ished. " Wa'all, I swow ! I'll be bloAved if 1 ever seed Haymaker like ihat 
afore." Sckne 2. Haymaker's house. Waiting for Haymaker. " () my! 
there is father coming now." Crest-fallen but spunky. Haymaker's explan- 
ation. His admiration for those who outwitted him. "If they would 
confess I would give them a thousand dollars and a position for life." Taken 
at his word. Richard and Minnie again in disguise. The song. Haymaker 
dumbfounded. " AVell, it's beginnng to dawn upon me that I'm a confounded 
old fool." Fulfilling the contract. Haymaker's closing words. "Though 
I still advocate the theory of evolution, it never again shall be the principal 
tool to catch John Haymaker in his own trap." 



A NEW PLAY FOR FEMALE CHARACTERS. 

A Companion to "REBECCA'S TRIUMPH." 

ANITA'S TRIAL; 

Or, Our Girls In Camp. 

By Esther B. Tiffany, author of "A Rice Pudding," "That Patrick," 
" Young Mr. Pritchard," etc. 

Price, -------85 cents. 

This is a bright and sparkling comedy in three acts, for eleven 
female characters. Its story is entertaining, and its dialogue dis- 
tinguished by this author's delicate humorous touch. One scene only 
is necessary for the three acts — a camp in the woods, easily arranged. 
The dresses are simple and picturesque camping costumes. The enor- 
mous success of "Rebecca's Triumph " has created a demand for this 
sort of piece, to meet which we confidently present "Anita's Trial," 
in which is solved, with no less success than in its predecessor, the 
difficult problem of constructing a play of strong human interest with- 
out the assistance of male characters. 



The n HRONQTHANATQLETRO N: 

OR, OLD TIMES MADE NEW. 

An entertainment in one act for sixteen girls, written for the Class Day 
Exercises at Dana Hall School, Wellesley, Mass., by two members 
of the Class of '87 and first performed before members of the school 
and their friends, June 18, 1887, and later at Ellsworth, Maine, 
April 6, 1888. 

Price, -------85 cents. 



THE PEAK SISTERS. 

A. humorous entertainment for young ladies. Arranged by Mary B. 
HoRNE. Any number of ladies may take part, but seven only are 
necessary. No scenery; costumes very simple. This laughable 
trifle meets with invariable success wherever performed. 
Price, -------15 cents. 



THE BOOK OF DRILLS. 

A group of entertainments for female characters for stage or floor per- 
formance, by Mary B. Horne, the author of " The Peak Sisters," etc. 



Price, 



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Dime Show 



AN ENTERTAINMENT IN ONE SCENE. 



By MARY B. HORNE, 

Author of "The Peak Sisters," Prof. Baxter's Great Ixvkntio*?, 

"The Book of Drii.ls," "The Carnival of Days," 

"Plantation Bitters," Etc. 



Nine male, seren female cliaracte»-s. Costumes simple; scenery an ordinary 
interior, or may be dispensed with altogether. Plays from half an hour upward, 
according to the number and character of additional specialties introduced. 
Printed exactly as first performed by the Unity Club, Watertown, Mass., on 
Friday eveuing, February 5, 1892. 



This most amusing entertainment is a burlesque of the oi-dinary "dime- 
museum," so-called, but is entirely devoid of the vulgarity of its original, and 
perfectly adapted to church or home performance. The characters are, save the 
lecturer and her assistant, a wonderful collection of "freaks" of nature (some- 
what assisted by art) who sing, dance or recite, according to their special 
abilities, in illustration of the explanatory lecture. It is most elastic in its 
requirements, can be played on any stage or platform, with or without scenery, 
and with a greater or smaller number of characters, according to taste or 
necessity. It can be made uproariously funny, and is in character as well as fact 

A SEQUEC TO THE PEAK SISTERS. 



Price, 



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sirnsrozpsis. 

SCENE.— The exhibition hall of Sister Keziah's Show. Sister Keziah's intro- 
ductory lecture. Johnathan, the bashful assistant. Introductory hymn. 
Introduction of the "freaks." Daniel McGinty rcdiviciis. I^auiel's song 
LiJCiA Z\RATE, tlie celebrated Mexican dwarf. Kioto, the shortest man 
alive, not Jinancialiy. The wonderful Mermaid. The Mermaid's song. 
Cas.sius "White, the ossitied boy. A "rocky" recitation. Kallulu, the 
only specimen of his kind in captivity; illustrated by cuts. Signor Galassi, 
the celebrated Glass Eater. Galassi'sings. Allegro Penseroso, the won- 
derful two-headed girl; not to he confonmled with the more common two- 
faced girl. Two ways of eating a pickle. Ida and Ioxe. the Grecian 
maidens. Raphael TI^'TORET, the blind painter, who paints blinds in full 
view of the audie ce. Ah Chin and Wu.v Lung, the Chinese twins, ex- 



tremely Avell connected from birth. " The Land of Tea, 
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